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Cheap day kicks
Apr. 17th, 2008 04:40 pmI’ve had my share of interesting names cross my desk, pinned to application forms in ink and in laserjet, in pencil and in fax. I’ve made it standard practice to ask which form of spelling is needed when someone spit the phonetic of ‘asj-lee’ out over a phone line, as I’ve witnessed at least five. I’ve stared at my computer screen with an expression that could only be described as mystified horror, wondering just how someone could ever consider ‘Scylla’ to be a flattering name for their bouncing baby girl, and then laughed into my hot chocolate with the same amount of maturity as blowing bubbles in my mug with a swizzle stick.
For the record, it wasn’t another icon of Greek mythology that set me off today. I just found out that we have about three ‘Crawley’s in our database, and kinda died as I added one more. Died in the good way.
My dorkitude really knows no bounds, and boredom only increases it. I look up fictional character names (resemblance coincidental to students past and present and without profit only) in our database.
In other news, the problem with being a student for so long is that one starts to notice the patterns of total and utter apathy with a kind of magnification. See, in the fall semester, finals are a thing of panic. There is cramming, there is worry, and there is nail-biting up to the last minute. In the winter semester that ends its classes in April, though, there is a sense of apathy that strikes all, from the most studious to the last-class-bash partyholics.
We find it hard to care. The summer’s coming. The weather’s turning. For some, the temptation calls to do the math proving that you could still pass this one course if all write on your final is the name and date… but that requires doing actual math. (That’s a true story, by the way, told to me by my high school math teacher. Irony.)
I have an exam in a little less than an hour and a half. I have to write two essays in two hours, on pre-chosen topics. I have about one page of prelim notes to go over and memorize before I have to toss it out and sit down in the room to write them cold.
Maybe it’s just because it’s art history and I’ve been doing this for six years running, but I find it so very hard to be afraid.
Meh. Bring on the sugar water and hand cramps. It’s almost over.
For the record, it wasn’t another icon of Greek mythology that set me off today. I just found out that we have about three ‘Crawley’s in our database, and kinda died as I added one more. Died in the good way.
My dorkitude really knows no bounds, and boredom only increases it. I look up fictional character names (resemblance coincidental to students past and present and without profit only) in our database.
In other news, the problem with being a student for so long is that one starts to notice the patterns of total and utter apathy with a kind of magnification. See, in the fall semester, finals are a thing of panic. There is cramming, there is worry, and there is nail-biting up to the last minute. In the winter semester that ends its classes in April, though, there is a sense of apathy that strikes all, from the most studious to the last-class-bash partyholics.
We find it hard to care. The summer’s coming. The weather’s turning. For some, the temptation calls to do the math proving that you could still pass this one course if all write on your final is the name and date… but that requires doing actual math. (That’s a true story, by the way, told to me by my high school math teacher. Irony.)
I have an exam in a little less than an hour and a half. I have to write two essays in two hours, on pre-chosen topics. I have about one page of prelim notes to go over and memorize before I have to toss it out and sit down in the room to write them cold.
Maybe it’s just because it’s art history and I’ve been doing this for six years running, but I find it so very hard to be afraid.
Meh. Bring on the sugar water and hand cramps. It’s almost over.
